Saw this here. Books repurposed as library counter.
a hard road
life is a hard road. glass on barefeet.
all i ever wanted was to hold you and walk the road past all the glass, then set you down again.
you thought my grasp was captivity. it was protection.
take band aids for your journey.
Where are you?
you r here but so far away. i wonder how you slipped from my grasp? was it in the night? should I have held tighter? should I have given you space? will i ever EVER know? and most importantly, will u ever be back to hold my hand again?
PETS WHO WANT TO KILL THEMSELVES
(Source: addtoany.com)
It is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.
—Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (via flintshine)
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